Homoeomeria
A feeling comes. The earth is falling from
The edge of clouds. From nothingness a sword
Appears penumbra-like. More like a hum
Than fugue a Viking warship foams a fjord.
An egret rises from lagoon miasma
Punctilious, precise, and feathered white.
Curved comets seem to come from suns, plasma
Around them, actually, more cold and slight
Than living suns can ever be. A dawn
Defies the murk of midnight, alien
To darkness as is mistiness to brawn.
The breasts form nipples for Pygmalion.
..We need not look for echoes’ history.
….Where yellow comes from is a mystery.